Punk Shui begins in the bathroom with this "Soldier on a string." Meant to remind the sacrifices soldiers make through this symbol of a plastic armyman getting pissed on, shit on, and nearly going down the drain each time. If you lose one, you can always add another.
TV on an old chest. TV covering the secrets to God knows what.
I realized the fact that I dry shirts in the livingroom and never put them away might be part of a cool art flow...
My mantle collects objects? Punk Shui?
A young punk musician is a great way to bring punk shui into any home. (He's my kid) More on him in a moment.
I moved the vaccuum into the living room, right near the front door as one of the first objects someone sees when entering the house. The clear dirt receptacle makes for easy analysis of the dirt in my life... obviously it's in abundance.
Back in the bathroom I stacked dead sea creature carcasses for an ocean bottom graveyard feel to part of the bathroom.
This was our biggest feat of Punk Shui, our "Family Values" couch sculpture.
Take a punk kid, add some pop culture, destructiveness and vague directions and you have punk shui creativity in action!
The addition of another kid brings a new dimension to punk shui brainstorming. Thus, the value of our family is our ability to destroy as a dysfunctional unit...
Was the axe overkill?
A nice toucthe punk kid thought was to impale the couch with various sharp objects. Since splinters had been flying around the room, we thought sharp was good. And sharp was good in the Punk Shui book too...
Scissors: the impact of... shit... I don't know, but something on family values that cuts out shapes of who we are...
My main contribution was impaling a punk shui signed guitar by the lead guitarist of the punk band, Dirty Spanglish, right into the couch. Couch. Culture. Creation.
Still functional and separates family into natural categories of left/right, here/there, with no middle ground other than the punkness in between.
